Plum Tree
I am from a small city with loud people
From slow traffic and fast drivers
I am from no water and too much fire
From tall plum trees and live gardens
I am from a small house in a small neighborhood
From dogs barking at the doorbell
And cats roaming free outdoors
I am from sitting out in my front yard
waiting for someone to come play
From riding scooters and falling off bikes
From scraping my knees and panting for breath
I am from loud nights and quiet mornings
Staying up late and hoping nobody notices
I am from watching little mermaids
and glass slippers left on stairs
From explorers and square pants
From my mom saying,“turn that tv off, it's time for bed.”
And turning it back on once she left the room
I am from meeting up for holidays
And never speaking outside of occasions
From having to watch screaming kids
And getting beat up in the process
From making gingerbread houses and large feasts
To baking pizzas and sitting around a coffee table
I am from being at home alone
Wishing I had somewhere else to be
I am from sitting at a window as the plum tree sways in the wind
And watching the sun as it falls behind the hills
No comments:
Post a Comment